Donne's satyr containing 1. a short map of mundane vanity, 2. a cabinet of merry conceits, 3. certain pleasant propositions and questions with their merry solutions and answers : being very useful, pleasant and delightful to all, and offensive to none / by Jo. Donne.

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Title: Donne's satyr containing 1. a short map of mundane vanity, 2. a cabinet of merry conceits, 3. certain pleasant propositions and questions with their merry solutions and answers : being very useful, pleasant and delightful to all, and offensive to none / by Jo. Donne.
Author: Donne, John, 1604-1662.
Publication: London :: Printed by R.W. for M. Wright,; 1662.
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26. Of a Wry-Nos'd Fellow.

A streight Youth lighted in the company
Of one whose Nose extreamly stood awry;
Quoth he, Sir, I would fain know of what stuff
Your Nose is made (if you'l not tak't in snuff.)
Mine's made (said he) of grisle, flesh, and blood.
And (till't grew wrong) as right as thine it stood.
I think (quoth th' other) thine's no waxen Nose,
Nor is it made of Dowe (as I suppose)
Yet this Ile boldly say, and justifie,
Say what thou wilt, thy Nose is made a Rye.